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House Of Echos
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The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories, its once-pristine white paint now peeling in jagged strips. The windows were cloudy, and ivy clung to the crumbling stone walls like desperate hands. Emma hadn’t been back here in years, not since her grandmother passed away and the family scattered.
She hesitated on the porch, the wooden boards creaking under her weight. Her hand brushed the brass doorknob, tarnished but still sturdy. Memories rushed back—summer afternoons with lemonade on the veranda, the sound of her grandmother’s piano drifting through the open windows, and the smell of fresh-baked apple pie.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
Inside, the house was as she remembered, but it felt...
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories, its once-pristine white paint now peeling in jagged strips. The windows were cloudy, and ivy clung to the crumbling stone walls like desperate hands. Emma hadn’t been back here in years, not since her grandmother passed away and the family scattered.
She hesitated on the porch, the wooden boards creaking under her weight. Her hand brushed the brass doorknob, tarnished but still sturdy. Memories rushed back—summer afternoons with lemonade on the veranda, the sound of her grandmother’s piano drifting through the open windows, and the smell of fresh-baked apple pie.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
Inside, the house was as she remembered, but it felt...
